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“Actually, I haven’t, but I pick up things quickly, so it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll never be on /your/ level, obviously, but I expect I can come to grips with the basics in short order.” Summer went over to the computer and peered at the screen for a moment before kneeling down to get a good look at the box. “You need to clean this poor machine, Doctor.” She grinned up at him.
He laughed lightly, moving past her and to where he was behind his desk initially. “It’s fairly simple stuff. I just need the results written into the notebook there.” He gestured to the black-covered notebook resting beside the computer on the desk. “When it’s finished I can show you the organization.” When she knelt down beside the computer, a confused look flashed across his face, and he shook his head with a small smile when she turned to face him. “I’ve never been good with the maintenance of this stuff. That’s more Tony’s area.”
“I’ll come in late some night when things aren’t so busy and dismantle it for cleaning.” It was more a declaration than a question, really. “Shall I just watch while it runs, then, or is there something I can be working on in the meantime? Filing, typing up notes, organising, running errands, fetching coffee? Maybe another program I can be learning while this one runs?” Summer shoved herself up off the floor, dusting her hands off. “Listening to you ramble while you work things out?” She threw him a wink for that one.
He raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. “You don’t have to wait until after hours, you know. If you’re concerned about being in the way or something of the sort you don’t have to worry about it.” He did a second scan of the lab, his fingers dragging lightly against the top of the metal lab desk. Gesturing toward a few piles of stacked papers, he smiled a bit sheepishly. “Those could use some filing. I’ve been meaning to do it for a while now, but I keep putting it off.”
Summer picked up the stack and started flipping through them, walking over to the filing cabinet. “Taking down a computer system always happens after hours, because otherwise it’s expected to be in use. Nothing to do with being in the way.” Starting at the bottom, she started putting papers away. “Anything you think of for me to do, let me know. I’ll shut up now.”
dr—banner:
iamthefirechild:
“Actually, I haven’t, but I pick up things quickly, so it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll never be on /your/ level, obviously, but I expect I can come to grips with the basics in short order.” Summer went over to the computer and peered at the screen for a moment before kneeling down to get a good look at the box. “You need to clean this poor machine, Doctor.” She grinned up at him.
He laughed lightly, moving past her and to where he was behind his desk initially. “It’s fairly simple stuff. I just need the results written into the notebook there.” He gestured to the black-covered notebook resting beside the computer on the desk. “When it’s finished I can show you the organization.” When she knelt down beside the computer, a confused look flashed across his face, and he shook his head with a small smile when she turned to face him. “I’ve never been good with the maintenance of this stuff. That’s more Tony’s area.”
“I’ll come in late some night when things aren’t so busy and dismantle it for cleaning.” It was more a declaration than a question, really. “Shall I just watch while it runs, then, or is there something I can be working on in the meantime? Filing, typing up notes, organising, running errands, fetching coffee? Maybe another program I can be learning while this one runs?” Summer shoved herself up off the floor, dusting her hands off. “Listening to you ramble while you work things out?” She threw him a wink for that one.
dr—banner:
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“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr Banner.” Summer offered a swift handshake and a smile. “I guess someone told you I was coming, huh?” Already she could sense he was vaguely annoyed. Great. And there was that deep well of banked anger, although it was nowhere near as close to the surface as she’d been told.
“Well, I’m ready to get to work. What do you need?”
“Agent Hill gave me the head’s up the day before yesterday.” He stepped to the side, allowing her entrance into the lab and closed the door with a soft click behind her. Eyes scanning the lab briefly before settling on her, he crossed his arms over his chest in thought.
“Hmm.” He gestured over toward where a computer was running through some tests and if he remembered correctly the results would be completed soon. “Have you done work in physics before? I need the results of the test running here organized when it completes. If you haven’t, I can just give you the basic gist of it.”
“Actually, I haven’t, but I pick up things quickly, so it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll never be on /your/ level, obviously, but I expect I can come to grips with the basics in short order.” Summer went over to the computer and peered at the screen for a moment before kneeling down to get a good look at the box. “You need to clean this poor machine, Doctor.” She grinned up at him.
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Summer Rainault paused in the hallway at the nameplate marked ‘Dr Bruce Banner’, and bestowed her fiercest glare on it. The one that hadn’t worked on Director Fury, or Maria Hill. They seemed to think Dr Banner was … well, not stupid, because he was world-renowed for his science, not just his other half, but somehow unobservant. That he would not figure out that she wasn’t there to ‘assist’ him, but to monitor him.
Ugh.
But she needed the money, and if she didn’t get out of the damn apartment more Marie was going to drive her mad. So here she was, hovering outside Dr Banner’s lab like a scared child. Summoning up her courage, she knocked firmly on the lab door.
It was Maria Hill who informed him that he would be gaining a lab assistant. After a quizzical yet suspicious look on his face she explained that Summer was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and still yet needed some experience. Bruce would have greatly preferred it had he been asked before hand, and he thought that S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t seem to quite understand that he didn’t work for them. But he didn’t turn it down because he supposed a lab assistant wouldn’t be too bothersome to have around so long as they didn’t cower in fear every time he looked at them.
The knock on the door caused him to look up from his work where his eyes glanced over to the clock on the wall. It must have been Summer. Bruce stood up from his desk and went to open the door where he greeted the woman with a polite smile.
“I imagine you’re Summer? It’s good to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr Banner.” Summer offered a swift handshake and a smile. “I guess someone told you I was coming, huh?” Already she could sense he was vaguely annoyed. Great. And there was that deep well of banked anger, although it was nowhere near as close to the surface as she’d been told.
“Well, I’m ready to get to work. What do you need?”
Summer Rainault paused in the hallway at the nameplate marked ‘Dr Bruce Banner’, and bestowed her fiercest glare on it. The one that hadn’t worked on Director Fury, or Maria Hill. They seemed to think Dr Banner was … well, not stupid, because he was world-renowed for his science, not just his other half, but somehow unobservant. That he would not figure out that she wasn’t there to ‘assist’ him, but to monitor him.
Ugh.
But she needed the money, and if she didn’t get out of the damn apartment more Marie was going to drive her mad. So here she was, hovering outside Dr Banner’s lab like a scared child. Summoning up her courage, she knocked firmly on the lab door.
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